A/N: Read Unblooded first. Otherwise you might be a bit lost. Binding. Searing. Revenge. That is why I am here, deeply pitted gravel grinding into my hands and knees. Light burned my eyelids as if a freshly lit filament were waiting to devour what little senses I had left. Metal tearing and screeching in my newly opened ears. The bitter tang of dreadful tears still lingered on my tongue. I couldn't even sort out all the smells around me, so many unfamiliar things. But I'm here. That is all that matters. I can finish this now. I can have her back. The rage within did not pause as I did. Too long I had considered ways to have 'her' back that I could no longer rationalize between my Christina, and Myka. A horrid weight fell on my shoulders, crushing what I used to believe was fine twined linen deep into my skin, tearing at my very pores with the rough fibers. The yank upon the other side of my shoulders forced my creaking joints to support a body that had been held up for over a century by dependable bronze. Finally a shout settled next to my ear as the person holding me welcomed me. "Welcome home old friend." For a mere second I thought it was Myka, that eternal second was the length it took to register that this voice, this voice was male. _ The agony of readjustment did not take nearly so long as the low voiced woman had declared. A mixture of my own willpower, and James' impatience had combined to leave me in a state of restless discomfort while he told me his plans. He made a great deal of impressive speeches, but on the whole I found him to be thinking very small. The years of my confinement had not been wasted in blurry red rage. Indeed my focus was quite clear. I shall understand this world, and then I shall judge it.